Chapter 13Mecael"Say something." I urged her after she was silent for more than a minute."What's your definition of submission?" She asks quietly."We can and will talk about this but not now." I look at Greg who shrugs setting his boy on the couch." You need therapy."She snorts lifting her nose."Hell no!" I sigh. It was going to be harder than I thought."I'm fine. Just because a guy tried to stick his-" she pauses." You know what I'm saying. I promised myself that I would never let a man ruin me. I'm not about to break that promise."'Never let a man ruin me.' What had my wife been through."Fine,I won't force you into it. I'm simply putting it out there for you to consider.""And I said no." His voice carried traces of irritation. It was time to drop the topic. For now."I have to go Mecael. I have some 'things' to work on." He looked over at Lionne.I nod. They were going to scene."Bye Lionne. Come check on me sometimes to ensure my husband doesn't kill me." Aria called aft
AriaMecaels lips were tightly pressed together. His eyebrow came down with a frown. His green eyes glared at me.For a second I wanted to run away,go back home,sink in my bed and cover my head. I didn't. I stood there because he was not going to kill a man on my watch."Move." He growled."No." I reply firmly."You put that gun down and let these poor guys go." He snorts. Mesta makes a move towards me. I face her fully."You touch me and I'll ruin your suit." I snapped. Of course I didn't know how to fight,but with my level of confidence,who would doubt me when I say I could throw a punch.She gives a bored look."Don't touch her Mesta." Mecael ordered. I huffed at her and crossed my arms."Don't touch them!" I point behind me using my thumb."Move Aria." He grumbled."If you have to kill them then you'll need to kill me first." I stand tall. The storm inside me was whirling. Did I trust Mecael not to kill me?If he pulls that trigger then…"Gladly." His lips curve upwards.I felt
MecaelAria spent the whole week ignoring me. Her room was always locked. One time she went through the window just to avoid seeing my face. She had exams coming up so I didn't push her. She was taking her last papers today so I would drop by her room later on.I fix my tie and knock on my father's office. He had just returned from his trip to Mexico. I knocked thrice before entering.He was behind his desk as usual. He stared angrily at the papers set before him. I close the door carefully as to not make a sound. He was an old man and I didn't wish to give him a heart attack.I cleared my throat twice. He looks at me with a quizzical expression before focusing on his papers again. My eyebrows furrow."Anything interesting?" He doesn't look up."The warehouse was attacked." That got his attention.He looked up,two papers still in hand. If I loose his concentration now I wouldn't get it again."Who?" He asked leaning back in his chair."Ricardo's men." I sit on the leather chair infro
Aria"I can't!" I cried.We were at an adults store. Mecael had helped me pick up several clothing's. They were all leather and too revealing. The ones that weren't revealing were tight. So tight that once they were on me they stuck to me like glue. Removing them felt like peeling a layer of my skin off me.I couldn't do it. The clothes were to revealing. "Why?" He asked his voice filled with concern.I shake my head. My body wasn't heavy. If someone starved me for a month I'm sure the wind could carry me to the Saharan. My waist was well defined. The jeans fitted well. I didn't have any visible abs,but most ladies would exercise to get my body. Still it wasn't enough. Some parts were brighter that the others. It's not only due to sun exposure. My body decided to be that way. Dark stretch marks aligned themselves on my inner thighs,the back of legs and my bossoms. There was a streak on my arm but that one was too light to be easily noticed.Hair grew up to my lower belly though I ke
MecaelThe lights dimmed. The voices around were reduced to whispers before silence took over. The song that was playing switched to 'Skin by Rihanna.' A woman dressed in leather pants,boots and gloves walked in. She had a leash in hand. On it was a man who crawled following him.The man was cuffs,leather shorts and a harness.I leaned forward to Aria."That's mistress Moriah. The guy is the sub for this play." She was still. So still that I took a moment to confirm is she was okay.They began with moving their bodies in sync to the song. It was erotic and enough to turn someone on."They won't have a heavy scene tonight. That's why I brought you." She only nodded.She tied the sub's wrist to his ankles such that he was completely bent over.A low gasp escaped Aria's mouth. My hand rested on her stomach and the other one on her thigh. I rubbed small circles on her thigh. "Hold my hand and press it if you want to leave." I whispered."How about we turn you into a beautiful shade of
AriaHow could I bring myself to trust him? To believe that he was not going to hurt me. Not in a way I couldn't take at least. I wiggled on bed. I could feel how wet I was.Mecael was standing across from me. One word. One word and we'll continue. One word and I'll experience what the guy on stage did. Trust. I had to offer him my trust for this."I can make myself trust you." I nodded trying to convince myself of the words that had just left my lips."If you want me to stop say red. If you need to slow down–""Pink!" Pink always seemed like a 'let's go slow' color."Nice choice. Go back to your position." I laid back. "I'm going to blindfold you." I open my mouth to stop him.Trust him' I repeated to myself."Okay." He kissed my forehead and the silk cloth went round. If he decided to kill me,I won't be able to see him. That was better right? Of he made it quick it wouldn't hurt.My wrist were next to be tied. It was loose and I could easily wiggle my way out of it. My right ankle
MestaMecael's choices did not appease me. They at most infuriated me to the point where I felt like killing him myself. We were in his office.He allowed his brother to join us. Why? I didn't know. The guy was too lazy to make a living for himself. Despite finishing the University and graduation with masters in education,he had achieved nothing with his life. We were exactly thirteen minutes in and his chest was already rising and falling at a steady pace. The jackass was sleeping in a damn meeting.The other two men were discussing transportation into the coast. We had just received a threat from the mafia and Mecael simply dismissed it. Two knocks are heard. I open.What did she want?Aria stood at the door. Her eyes were wet. Her hair was tied as usual. "What?" I snapped. I had little to no tolerance for this girl. "Mecael." What was I supposed to do with his name only."Call him for me." Her eyes looked at the papers she was holding."He's busy. Go away." I shut the door befo
AriaAfter an hour's breakdown,I was now okay. Mecael had stayed with me. Holding my as I sniffled and used a whole box of tissue. He run me a bath afterwards. I come out and he was not around. I get dressed and bun my hair.A knock is heard and Mecael enters,a plate in hand."You've decided to turn my to into a dining?" I pick a book and throw it on the bed."Way to answer me after I just held you. You're very ungrateful." He set the plate on the stand beside the bed."Didn't know you were a fan of scrambled eggs." I sit and open the book."I'm not. They're yours." "I'm not hungry. Normal people eat when they're hungry." "You don't eat even if you're hungry. Also we need to talk. You'll need energy for that talk."I felt my hair stand. Maybe it was nothing to be worried about. Still all kinds of conversations held after 'we need to talk' aren't usually pretty.I sigh and pull the plate. Eggs and noodles. Way to go. "If you think picking on your food will make me hand feed you,you'